I keep staring at the horizon like it owes me answers,
but all it returns is silence,
each passing day feels like standing on thin ice,
like a winter lake held together by a breath of wind,
and I fear the first step I take
will crack the void open beneath me.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
I keep staring at the horizon like it owes me answers,
but all it returns is silence,
each passing day feels like standing on thin ice,
like a winter lake held together by a breath of wind,
and I fear the first step I take
will crack the void open beneath me.
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